and the old man held down his hand, and I took hold of it,
and gave a jump, and he gave me a lift, and I was inside the moon.
And what do you think it was like? It was such a pretty little house,
with blue windows and white curtains! At one of the windows sat
a beautiful lady, with her head leaning on her hand, looking out.
She seemed rather sad, and I was sorry for her, and stood staring
at her.

"`You didn't think I had such a beautiful mistress as that!'
said the queer little man. `No, indeed!' I answered: `who would have
thought it?' `Ah! who indeed? But you see you don't know everything.'
The little man closed the door, and began to pull at a rope which hung
behind it with a weight at the end. After he had pulled a while,
he said--`There, that will do; we're all right now.' Then he took
me by the hand and opened a little trap in the floor, and led me
down two or three steps, and I saw like a great hole below me.
`Don't be frightened,' said the tittle man. `It's not a hole.
It's only a window. Put your face down and look through.' I did as he
told me, and there was the garden and the summer-house, far away,
lying at the bottom of the moonlight. `There!' said the little man;
`we've brought you off! Do you see the little dog barking at us
down there in the garden?' I told him I couldn't see anything
so far. `Can you see anything so small and so far off?' I said.
`Bless you, child!' said the little man; `I could pick up a needle
out of the grass if I had only a long enough arm. There's one
lying by the door of the summer-house now.' I looked at his eyes.
They were very small, but so bright that I think he saw by the light
that went out of them. Then he took me up, and up again by a little
stair in a corner of the room, and through another trapdoor,
and there was one great round window above us, and I saw the blue